[ Steve's damn near out of his mind with need, trembling with desire and pleasure when he hears those sweetly filthy words. He remembers the nights when Bucky had done it, when Steve would sob hopelessly into his pillow, pushed to so much pleasure that he'd almost forgotten his name.

His hole clenches tight and Steve makes an appreciative noise, a low moan that signals his approval and his need for more, so much more. ] Nnnngh -- I remember. I -- you're gonna kill me, Buck. I love when you're so damn good like this --

[ He's stretching himself now, balls heavy as his cock drips with need. ] C'mon. C'mon, what're you waiting for --